BS: Welcome back everyone. How about it so far Gary? Ruiner and Angelus defend their EWI titles ...
GM: Which was a farce.
BS: And Ego getting on the bad side of Gottfried.
GM: That's putting it mildly!
BS: Folks coming up next we've got the returning Darkness, but the question is which is which?
GM: We know that one called the other out and they wanted an extreme match, but they forgot that this isn't the EWI style anymore it's the SSN so, as a first, it's gonna be a classic match against Darkness.
BS: But who is who?
GM: Hey one is masked and the other isn't. You tell me smark you're suposed to know.
BS: Let's go to the ring for our next match up!
Both Darkness circle each other in the ring fo a minute and then the masked "Darkness" lunges at the other "Darkness." Masked "Darkness" gets in a couple of right hands to the head and the other Darkness retaliates. He then grabs masked "Darkness" and throws him towards the ropes. He follows him in and does a knee to the stomach of masked "Darkness". He then picks masked "Darkness" up and throws him into the corner. He follows with a body splash...but masked "Darkness" dodges and the other Darkness hits his head on the ringpost.
BS: These two are going tooth and nail tonight and ... OH he just missed splashing the Masked Darkness!
GM: And now, for his efforts, he's gonna have one HELL of a reminder of that move in the morning.
Masked "Darkness" takes this opportunity to get in a few stomps then picks up the other "Darkness". He then tosses the other "Darkness" outside. Just as he stands up, masked "Darkness" hits him with a suicide dive through the middle rope, sending both men to the floor.
BS: And this one has made it to the floor!
Masked "Darkness" is the first one up. He goes to irish whip the other "Darkness" into the ring post, but it is reversed and masked "Darkness" hits it instead. The other "Darkness" rolls him back into the ring and goes to the top rope. Masked Darkness quickly jumps up and hits the other "Darkness's" foot, making him straddle the top rope.
GM: Ooohhh! Someone get the Glee Club and ask if they've got an opening!
He then performs a top rope hurracanrana to the other "Darkness". Masked "Darkness" now climbs to the top and jumps just as the other "Darkness" is getting up. Just when it looks like masked "Darkness" will hit him with a double axe handle, the other "Darkness" counters with a Shot From the Dark(Clothesline From Hell). This sends masked "Darkness reeling and he lands right on the back of his neck as his legs fold over his body and touch the mat near his head.
BS: WHAT A MOVE! He's got to be out!
GM: Damn that he's got to be DEAD!
He doesn't move an inch. The ref holds the other "Darkness" back as he signals for paramedics, but no one comes to the ring. So, the ref goes to get the paramedics from backstage. The other "Darkness" watches him as he runs off and never notices what's behind him. Just as he turns around to check on masked "Darkness" he is laid out by the trademark straightened crowbar!
GM: SUCKERPUNCH! Hope ya enjoy that!
He was playing possum the whole time. Since there is no ref though, masked "Darkness" cannot make the pin. He rolls out of the ring and pulls a table from underneath it. He sets it up in the ring and picks the other "Darkness" up while signaling for The Nightfall.
BS: That masked Darkness is calling for The Nightfall! The trademark finisher for The Darkness so it's got to be him!
GM: Hey look at the looker coming over here!
At that point, somebody comes running out of the audience. It is a blonde haired girl carrying a straightened crowbar. It's Anti-Girl! Just as masked "Darkness" picks up the other "Darkness" he is clubbed in the back of the knee by Anti-Girl with the crowbar. Then, the other "Darkness" picks him up and does a Nightfall to him through the table. Him and Anti-Girl clear the ring of scraps just before the ref gets back in the ring. Other "Darkness" covers masked" Darkness". 1...2........3!
BS: Anti-Girl strikes! And she would only strike for one person! HE IS THE DARKNESS!
GM: Build him up just a tad bit more why don'cha?
BS: Folks we've got to cut away for the moment, but when we return it's a rematch for the IC title as Cruise puts it on the line against Cole Steele ...
GM: The People's Choice Cole Steele!
BS: Whatever. We'll be back!
BS: Welcome back everyone. Well it's that time. It's time for out Intercontinental Championship match! This match was signed under the direct order of Marcus Gottfried. Cole Steele--
GM: (interrupting) "THE PEOPLE'S CHOICE" Cole Steele!
BS: Right. Well, "The People's Choice" Cole Steele is in the ring and so is the champion, Cameron Cruise and Cruise lunges at Steele and it looks like this match is underway!
Cruise quickly takes Steele down with a clothesline, but Steele hops right back to his feet and ducks a second clothesline attempt from Cruise. Steele runs into the ropes and as he bounds back, hits Cruise with a dropkick to the knee. Cruise stumbles down and Steele wastes no time in hitting him with a bulldog. Steele drops an elbow on Cruise and goes for an early pin, but Cruise easily kicks out. Cruise is to his feet and Steele throws a punch at him, but Cruise blocks it and takes Steele down with a snap suplex. Both men get up quicly and Cruise whips Steele into the ropes, but Steele reverses it. Steele goes for the clothesline, but Cruise flips him over the ropes towards the outside. However, Steele catches himself and lands on the turnbuckle. Cruise turns around and, to his surprise, is met with a kick from Cole Steele followed by a vertical suplex, which sends both men tumbling to the ringside floor.
GM: Oh no! This is no place for an SSN match to be conducted!
Cole Steele recovers quickly and pulls Cruise up. He goes to roll Cruise back into the ring, but Cruise stops him with an elbow to the ribs. Cruise whips Steele into the ringpost. Steele's face slams into the steele with a prominant klang and he falls to the ground. Cruise moves in and lays in the boots to Steele. He pulls Steele up and rolls him into the ring. As Steele begins to get to his feet, Cruise makes his way onto the apron and uses the ropes to catapult himself into the ring, hitting Steele with a deadly cross-body block into a pin. The ref counts.
BS: One! Two! And Cole Steele kicks out!
GM: That's right! And listen to the fans! They're loving it!
The fans boo as Cole Steele gets to his feet and hits Cruise with a kick to the gut. He follows it up with a tornado DDT. Cole Steele goes up top... Moonsault by Steele! He pulls Cruise up and immediately takes him back down to the canvas with a mat slam. Cruise gets up by his own strength and is whipped into the ropes. Samoan drop by Steele. Steele covers, but Cruise kicks out after two. Steele sends Cruise into the ropes once more and attempts a spinebuster, but Cruise turns it into a hurricarana. Steele starts to get to his feet, but is stopped in his tracks by a dropkick from Cruise. Steele stumbles backwards into the ropes and as he bounces off of them, Cruise catches him in a throwing belly-to-belly suplex.
BS: Looks like Cruise is out-WRESTLING SSN's finest.
GM: Shut up Bret.
BS: Well...
GM: Shh.
BS: Hey, I--
GM: Hey, didn't you take a class in Sssh-ology?
BS: Well, actually--
GM: Shh! I'm gonna have to send you back to school so that you can take Sshh 101.
Cruise throws Steele into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a splash and a bulldog. Cruise pulls Steele up by his hair and nails him with a brainbuster suplex. Cruise covers but only gets a two count. He picks Steele up but Steele fights back with a series of punches to the ribs of Cruise and takes him down to the mat with a side suplex. Steele whips Cruise into the ropes but Cruise grabs onto the rope and stops himself. He charges Steele, who ducks out of the way and sweeps his legs out from under his feet. Steele then nails Cruise with a plancha!
BS: Cole Steelw with the cover and this could be it! One! Two! Thre-- Cruise kicks out!
Cole Steele stands up furious and gets in the face of the ref, arguing the call. The referee continuously insists that it was only a two count. While he's arguing, Cameron Cruise sneaks up behind him. The ref gets frustrated with Cole and turns his back on The People's Choice. As he does so, Steele turns around to see Cruise stalking him, just in time to duck a punch from Cruise. However, Cruise inadvertedly hits the referee, who has his back turned.
GM: Oh, he meant to do that!
Cruise looks at his actions in shock, giving Steele the opportunity to roll outside of the ring and grab a steel chair. Cruise turns around just as Steele is about to wrap the metal around his head and quickly kicks Steele in the gut. Steele doubles over as Cruise nails him with a German suplex. Cruise then locks on his finisher, Cruise Control and Steele writhes in pain. However, the ref is still down and cannot determine a winner. Cruise releases the hold and attempts to awaken the referee. This gives Steele the chance to rebrandish the steel chair and he wallops the chair over the head of Cruise.
GM: Oh, NOW WHAT!?
BS: We've got company!
As Cole leans down to wake up the ref, The Mechanical Animals run to the ring with their "titles" in hand. They slide in the ring, Angelus in front of Steele and Ruiner behind. As Steele stands, they sandwhich his head between the belts. They roll Cameron Cruise on top of Steele, and start to wake up the referee when Tribal Instinct, dressed like they just walked off of the pages of GQ, runs out to the ring and chases off the Animals with baseball bats in tow. As they do so, the camera focuses on a fan wearing the new MA shirt. It shows Angelus and Ruiner on the front holding the EWI Tag Team titles and reads "The Real Champs!" The fan turns around and on the back it reads "SSN Sucks!" Tribal Instinct runs over to the fan, who quickly turns his back. Trypp Williams of Tribal Instinct walks over to Steele and slips him some sort of foreign object as Brandon wakes up the ref. Angelus and Ruiner both nail TI from behind and the two teams brawl up the rampway.
BS: This is mayhem! What the hell is going on here!?
GM: I don't know but I'm loving it! Whoo! SSN!
Cole Steele and Cruise get up at the same time, but before the referee does, and Cruise moves in on the offense, but he is too slow and Steele punches him in the forehead, busting him open, and Cruise falls to his knees, limp.
BS: He just used brass knuckles! Did you see that!?
GM: See what!? Cole Steele would never lower himself to cheat like that low life Cameron Cruise!
Steele grabs Cruise just as the ref comes to his senses and nails Cameron with The People's Choice and covers. The ref counts slowly. One, Two, Three.
BS: Are you kidding me? Cameron Cruise was robbed in that ring tonight by Cole Steele and a pair of brass knucks!
GM: Your eyes must be playing tricks on you. All I see is our NEW SSN Intercontinental Champion raising the belt PROUD for the world to see! Another EWI wrestler knocked down for glory to continue. When are they gonna figure it out?
BS: This is unreal. Folks we've got to cut away and .... Oh Hell just stay tuned and you'll see what our match is.
GM: Hey it's Chest Goodbody and Keith Rotten getting ready to hook it up. You're upset about the SSN aren't you?
BS: Yes!
GM: One day, my son, you'll learn.
BS: Shaddup kissass.
GM: Such language.
GM: Welcome back SSN fans. As you can see Mr. Sanders isn't in the happiest of moods so I will bring to you our next match. It's Chest Goodbody taking on 'The Clash' Keith Rotten. Rotten has been on a tear since entering the SSN ...
BS: EWI.
GM: (laughing) Yeah right. Now he has to face Goodbody and he is TRULY a force to be delt with. Anything else Brett?
BS: Just go to the match.
GM: I thought you would never ask.
Both Wrestlers lock up and Keith Rotten gets the advantage and pushes Chest Goodbody into the turnbuckles. Chest Goodbody leans out of the ropes asking the referee to move Keith Rotten back. Rotten takes a step back and then kicks Goodbody in the midsection. Chest Goodbody doubles over in pain and Keith Rotten applies a front face lock and brings Chest Goodbody out of the ring with a vertical suplex. Keith Rotten bounces off the near ropes and comes crashing down with a leg drop, hitting nothing but the canvas. Chest Goodbody kicks the down Keith Rotten in the ribs and drops an elbow. Chest Goodbody turns to the crowd and poses. The crowd boos loudly, but Chest Goodbody doesn't seem to care.
BS: What is Chest doing? These fans don't even like him and he's posing for them.
GM: Those fans love him, Brett can't you see that?
BS: I guess I'm blind.
Chest Goodbody turns back to Keith Rotten, only to be met with a forearm to the side of the head. Chest Goodbody stumbles out of the ring. Chest Goodbody stands up and fixes his hair as Keith Rotten is challenging him to get back in the ring. Chest Goodbody shakes his head no and starts to head up the aisle way. Keith Rotten jumps out of the ring and runs up the aisleway, Chest Goodbody turns around in time to land a right to the face of Keith Rotten. Keith Rotten staggers back down the aisle way and Chest Goodbody gets a head of steam and levels him with a running clothesline. Chest Goodbody grabs the mirror from one of the Goodbody Girls and breaks it over Keith Rotten's head.
BS: That's seven years bad luck.
GM: Yeah but for which guy?
Chest Goodbody rolls Keith Rotten into the ring and covers him. One...Two..Three. No Keith Rotten got his foot on the bottom rope. Chest Goodybody doesn't see that and gets up and starts celebrating. Keith Rotten shakes off the cob webs and gets up and hits a Inverted DDT on Chest Goodbody. Keith Rotten drops an elbow and yells at the ref to count. One..Two..kick out by Chest Goodbody. Keith Rotten pounds on the mat in disgust as blood begins to trickle down his face from the mirror broken over his head minutes earlier. Keith Rotten pulls Chest Goodbody up by his hair and irish whips him to the ropes, no reversal by Chest Goodbody. Chest Goodbody lowers his head for a backdrop, but ducks to soon. Keith Rotten stops in his tracks and applies a front face lock and twists Chest Goodbody with a Swining Neckbreaker. Keith still has the hold applied and pulls Chest Goodbody up once more and hits another swinging neckbreaker. Keith Rotten makes the cover, with a handful of tights. One..Two...Three.
BS: Keith Rotten keeps his winning streak alive, but don't count Goodbody out just yet I'm sure we're gonna hear more from him.
GM: Hell SEE more of him!
BS: Folks we've got to break away .... wait ... I'm hearing there is something going on in the back.
GM: Damn Ego is back isn't he?
BS: Let's go to the back!
{Ruiner and Angelus are standing in the backstage talking, When out of nowhere the Motor City Maniacs attack. Ripper Robertson throws a forearm into the temple of Angelus. Ruiner catches a glimpse of Max Mayhem and tries to duck out of the way. Max grazes him with a right to the forehead, but Ruiner fights back with lefts and rights of his own. Ripper Robertson tries to drive Angelus head into the wall, but Angelus uses his foot to block it and catches Ripper Robertson in the midsection with a fist. Max Mayhem catches Ruiner with a knee the midsection and throws him across a table with water on it, sending the table, the water and Ruiner flying across the room. Angelus cocks back a chair to bring across Ripper's head, but Max pulls it from his arm. Angelus turns around in time for Max to bring the chair crashing down on the crown of his head. Ruiner is back up and tackles Max from behind. Finally Security breaks it up. Max Mayhem throws down the chair. Secuirty escorts the Motor City Maniacs from the area. Paramedics rush over to check on Angelus, but Angelus pushes them away as The Mechanical Animals leave the area.}
BS: What was that all about?
GM: I think The Motor City Maniacs have finally come to a decision. Welcome home boys.
BS: Folks we've got to break away, but when we come back it's Zero and Inferno in what promises to be one HELL of a match!
BS: Welcome back everyone! Up next folks we’ve got an odd match. Earlier this week, a match between good friends and fan favorites, "The Southern Fox" Zero and Inferno was signed. We’ve seen comments from Zero, expressing his confusion.
GM: Well, we haven’t heard from Inferno since Heatwave, so who knows what he thinks about this.
"Everlasting Gaze" by Smashing Pumpkins cues up as "The Southern Fox" Zero strides down the ramp and into the ring, a confused look still on his face.
BS: Zero looks prepared, but not very enthusiastic.
GM: Would you be enthusiastic if you had to wrestle the guy who got you your big break?
BS: You make a good point, Gary.
The Smashing Pumpkins fade as Limp Bizkit cranks up. Inferno makes his way out onto the ramp, dressed in baggy pants and a white wife beater. His hair is pulled back tightly and he holds a mic in his hand. He makes his way down to the ringside and calls out to Zero.
INF: Zero, I just want you to know that I requested this match.
Zero looks on up the ramp with a questioning gaze
INF: Well, I've trained you harder than I have trained anyone else I took under my wing. I hold you as my crowning achievement and I expect big things outta you...when I'm gone.
BS: What does he mean by that?
The camera flashes to Zero as he looks on, jaw agape in disbelief before returning to Inferno. Inferno purses his lips, taking a long moment to speak again. When he does, his face is solemn and serious.
INF: Yes, that's right folks. After a long reign of serving you, the fans, night after night of spectacular performances, I am withdrawing from the squared circle. And in departing, I leave a gift greater than I could have expected. I leave you with my legacy, Zero.
GS: Retirement match! Retirement match!
BS: Serious words from Inferno to his student Zero!
INF: And tonight, I shall give him his final test, for all the world to see, here in the SSN/EWI ring.
Zero runs a hand through his long hair, looking down in a mixture of shock and regret. Inferno then climbs up onto the apron and slingshots himself over it.
INF: You know what you hafta do, Zero, and I know you can do it. Now show it to me.
Before Zero has a chance to reply, Inferno connects firmly with a dropkick to the younger wrestler's knee.
BS: Inferno is wasting no time here!
Zero drops to the mat, hopping back to his feet before hitting a stiff chop across Inferno's chest.
GM: But Zero isn’t afraid to fight against his teacher, either!
Inferno accepts the hit, grinning slightly as it connects. He then returns the chop and follows up with two more. Zero is slowly backed into a corner by the chops. As Inferno goes for one more Zero thrusts a forearm up, blocking it and driving a swift punch into Inferno's midsection. "The Southern Fox" follows up by reversing the situation, ducking out and shoving Inferno into the ring corner
BS: And the tide turns in the favor of Zero!
GM: These guys aren’t pulling any punches for each other.
The veteran wrestler is shoved harshly into the turnbuckle, his arms hanging over the ropes to hold him up. Zero runs to the opposite corner, bracing himself against the turnbuckles before running forward and leaping into the air with a flying crossbody, but Inferno rolls out of the corner just in time so Zero ends up draped across the top ropes.
GM: Nobody home!
Inferno quickly follows back in, hooking the Fox's arms behind him and following through with a tiger suplex.
BS: And Inferno capitalizes on Zero’s mistake!
Zero gets planted by the suplex, staggering moments later to his feet as Inferno whips him to the ropes, looking to catch Zero on the rebound.
GM: Here comes Zero, Inferno looks like he’s ready to catch Zero off the ropes.
BS: But Zero surprises him with a boot to the stomach! Reverse neckbreaker by Zero!
Inferno lays on the mat, breathing heavily. His eyes are trained on the rafters far above as Zero starts to clinch on Zero Tolerance. The seasoned wrestler snaps out of his daze in time to grab the Fox by the head and slam a fist into his face a few times to break the hold.
GM: There’s no way Inferno is going down that quick. This guy is tough as nails.
Zero falls to the mat after the head shots, stumbling into a ring corner and sinking down to a sitting position as he shakes the cobwebs from his head. Inferno runs into the far corner, taking a deep breath before sprinting across the ring. He leaps into the air and comes down hard with a dropkick to Zero's face. The Southern Fox rolls out of the ring, crumpling to the floor outside. Moments later he manages to get to a standing position, leaning against the barricade against the crowd
BS: Zero’s looking a little dazed out there.
GM: I’d say more than a little.
Inferno grins before bouncing off the far ropes. He jumps up onto the top rope, deftly spins around, and performs an asai moonsault to the outside onto the Fox. After the moonsault, Zero lies almost motionless as Inferno pops back up and rolls back into the ring, awaiting the Southern Fox.
GM: Zero desperately needs to get back in the game here, Inferno is dominating him.
BS: He taught Zero all he knows, what can you expect?
Inferno lets the count get to eight before moving back outside, not wanting to win by countout. The count restarts as he grabs Zero by the hair and rolls him back into the ring. Zero rolls into the ring, grabbing the top rope and swinging down with a dropkick of his own, knocking the entering Inferno back down.
BS: And Zero retaliates!
Inferno falls heavily, crashing hard into the safety rail. He stays there for a long moment, catching his breath. It does not come, however, since Zero flies through the ropes and connects cleanly with a suicide dive.
BS: You can’t keep The Southern Fox down for long!
GM: He’s got a lot of courage, and more than decent skill, but it’s going to take more than that to put Inferno down. Inferno was wrestling in the pros while Zero was still in wrestling school.
Both men are down for a considerable time, the ref's double countout reaching five before Zero gets to his feet, a crimson mask of blood trailing across his face as he hefts Inferno up and rolls the veteran back into the ring. Inferno is rolled in the ring and remains prone, lying flat on his back in the middle of the ring.
Zero stands on the ring apron yelling to the crowd before pulling back on the ropes and launching himself into the ring and toward Inferno with a springboard arabian press.
BS: There goes Zero!
Inferno quickly rolls out of the way, playing the part of opossum perfectly. He quickly jumps to his feet and starts to stomp on the downed Zero.
GM: Inferno got him, though!
After Inferno soundly pummels Zero into the mat he gives one last kick to the head for good measure and leaps up onto the ring post. Inferno showboats to the crowd on this, his last wrestling appearance before performing a moonsault onto the prone Fox. Inferno then goes for the cover, the referee's hand slapping the mat.
BS: 1...2...3! It’s over!
GM: Look again! Zero’s foot is on the ropes!
BS: Inferno can’t believe it!
Inferno stomps hard down onto the kneecap of Zero before locking him into a half-boston crab. Zero throws his already bloody face back into a grimace of pain, reaching for the nearby ropes, but Inferno pulls back on the hold, almost ripping the young wrestler apart.
GM: Inferno can fly with the best of them, but he’s got enough holds to tie you up in knots three times over.
Inferno then releases the hold and walks towards the turnbuckle. He perches himself there for a long moment, rubbing at his chin in thought. Zero lies on the mat, breathing heavily. He seems unable to move.
BS: Inferno taking his time here.
Inferno waits a moment longer before moving to Zero's side. He asks if he is OK before shrugging and laying another boot into the Fox's back. He then whips the young wrestler into the turnbuckle and flips him into the tree of woe. Inferno backs up and charges forward with a flying lariat at the suspended Southern Fox, but Zero bends upward just in time, Inferno hitting the turnbuckle face first. Zero pulls himself to the top rope, leaping off with a 450 moonsault.
GM: Zero’s fighting back! Unbelievable!
Inferno hits the mat hard and Zero is quick to follow him, hitting a picture perfect 450 moonsault. The older wrestler squirms, holding at his ribs after the hit. Zero lies panting on his back, both wrestlers on the ground almost side to side. Both men breath heavily, laying on their backs in the corner of the ring. Zero reaches up, grabbing the middle rope and getting to his feet. He pulls the downed Inferno up, performing a crucifix DDT. Inferno offers little resistance as his head is planted into the mat.
BS: Zero has regained the advantage in this match!
Zero runs at the nearby turnbuckle, and leaps up and off the ring post with a corkscrew moonsault onto the prone Inferno.
GM: Wow!
BS: What an amazing show of agility from Zero!
Inferno grunts as the younger wrestler slams into him with a beautiful moonsault. Zero pulls himself up to his feet once again, raising an arm to the crowd as he runs to the ropes, flying off with The Fox Drop (springboard moonsault).
GM: If Zero hits this, it’s over!
BS: Not so fast!
Inferno tenses his muscles like a loaded spring as Zero begins his run. As the younger wrestler hits the ropes, Inferno leaps into action, leaping straight to his feet, and from there into a dropkick which hits the Fox squarely in the chest, dropping him straight back to the mat.
BS: Inferno prevents Zero from hitting his finisher!
The wrestlers lay there for a long while longer as the ref starts to count. He gets to eight before Inferno starts to stir. He gets slowly to his feet before the ref hits ten. He shakes out the cobwebs as Zero starts to stand up. He never gets the chance, however, as Inferno hoists him up and drops him down onto the ropes, throat first.
GM: Ow, I don’t envy The Southern Fox.
Zero is laid out in the center of the ring, motionless on his back. Inferno drags the Fox to the corner before stepping onto the ring apron. He looks down at his opponent before taking a steadying breath. He slingshots himself over the rope, hitting the top rope adjacent to the rope he was on, and performing an asai moonsault. Inferno signals for his finisher and hoists the younger wrestler up.
BS: This could be it, ladies and gentlemen. Inferno going for his finisher, The Inferno Drop one last time!
He makes his run for the corner, but as he does, the Fox performs a frankenstiener, flipping Inferno headfirst into the turnbuckle, then over, slamming his back into the ring post.
GM: Zero reverses! Zero reverses!
Inferno falls the 10 or so feet to the mats outside the ring, landing with a dull thud. He lays there, motionlessly, as Zero catches his breath in the ring. Zero exits the ring and hoists the near-unconcious man into the ring. Zero drops down, covering Inferno.
GM: 1...2...3!
BS: Zero wins!
The referee holds up Zero's hand in victory. Inferno weakly gets to his feet and offers the younger wrestler a hand. As they shake hands, Inferno wobbles a bit before passing out. EMT's rush from the back to his aid, and, with Zero's help, they get him out of the ring and into the back.
BS: What an amazing show these two warriors put on, folks.
GM: I can’t believe this is the last time we’ll see Inferno. I mean, sure, I’ve made some shots at the guy, but he’s a respected guy in the business.
BS: Well, who knows what lies in the future for "The Southern Fox" as well. Well I hate to cut the action short, but we've got to take another break. When we return it's Evan Aho going two for two today as he faces ExE ... NEXT!!!
BS: Welcome back everyone. Coming up next we've got round two if you will as Evan Aho tries for the perfect night and attempts to defend his belt again against ExE. How about it Gary?
GM: We saw a killer streak against Lehew, but this is ExE we're talking about. A man that enjoys pain. This should be good if we see Aho come out of his shell again. If he stays under Vick's cover then ExE no problem.
BS: Would you get off it already? Folks let's go to the ring for the next match!
Before the match even starts ExE executes a pumphandle suplex on Evan Aho. As ExE stands over Aho he picks him up and shoots him to the ropes, but on the return Aho catches him with a flying clothesline leveling him to the ground. Evan Aho then places ExE on the turnbuckle and executes a front-layout suplerplex.
BS: Aho is in full control of this match!
GM: That's what I said about his killer attack!
As Aho goes to pick up Exe, but ExE hits him with a back fist. ExE, now to his feet, rakes the face of Evan Aho in attempt to make a come back. In an attempt to measure his opponent ExE goes to tackle Evan Aho and catches him flush right in the midsection taking him down to the canvas. Back to his feet ExE hits a quick diving elbow on a prone Aho and then follows that up with a closed fist right to the temple.
BS: My God ExE came to fight!
GM: Well he didn't come to play! With the TV title on the line? Oh Hell yeah you know he wants it!
ExE, now to the top rope, executes a corkscrew legdrop on Evan Aho, but misses due to Aho rolling out of the way. Evan Aho moves back to his feet and quickly gets behind ExE waiting for him to get back up. Once he does Aho catches him with a springboard DDT's dropping him like a thud to the mat! Then, like a cat, Aho wraps up ExE's legs into a figure four and secures the hold.
BS: Figure four on the big man! Can ExE escape?
GM: If he wants that title he damn well better!
As the ref comes in to check on ExE he continues to put up a terrific fight not to give up. Eventually he crawls to the ropes instantly breaking the hold, but Aho won't give up. Evan Aho soon drags ExE to the floor and continues his assult. As the ref starts his count Aho takes ExE's head and slams it into the steel railing for good measure. Aho then climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and executes the diving headbutt on
ExE.
BS: MY GOD ... WHAT A MOVE!
GM: Diving headbutt to the ground! Aho is not one to give up!
Evan Aho then gets up and follows up his move with a leg drop on ExE. Aho then picks up ExE and dumps him over the steel railing and eventually start to fight in the aisle. Evan Aho soon finds a microphone cable and chokes ExE out with it.
GM: Oh an evil streak. I like it.
Evan Aho soon brings ExE back over the railing and scoop slams him right on the floor. He then goes to the top of the ring apron and hits ExE with an elbowdrop. Feeling he has the advantage Aho tosses ExE back into the ring and continues the pursuit, but as Aho is trying to get back in ExE is quick to his feet and catches Aho with a jawbreaker droping him to the canvas.
BS: Sucker move by ExE puts him back in control!
GM: Aho tried to be dirty, but he's not as dirty as ExE.
As Aho is getting back up and ExE measures him with a standing dropkick right to the chin dropping him again. ExE then goes to the top rope and executes a corkscrew legdrop of his own on Evan Aho. As ExE gets back to his feet he drags Aho back up and plants a foot right into Aho's gut. ExE then hits the ropes and tries for a clothesline, but Aho ducks the move and hooks ExE so that he's behind him now and catches ExE with an Atomic Drop that leaves ExE in pain.
BS: And listen to this crowd Gary as they are firmly behind Aho.
GM: Oh big deal. Aho Aho Aho I'm SICK of Aho!
Aho now picks up ExE and takes him over to the turnbuckle to smash his head into it, but there is no effect. ExE then surprises Aho with a chop to the chest followed by a series of chops. ExE then follows that up with a slap into Aho's face, but that seemed to wake up Aho as he returned the favor punching ExE right in the mouth!
GM: He pimp slaped him like he was his woman!
BS: But Aho is back in this game and you know ExE is gonna pay for what he did.
Both continue to trade shots back and forth until ExE gains the advantage and plants a snap suplex on Aho. With Aho down ExE goes back into the ropes, but as he comes off Aho is there to plant his boot into his midsection and finish him off with a swinging bulldog on ExE driving ExE's face into the mat.
BS: Aho's got him and he's going for the pin. One ... TWO ...Th--
GM: NO HE KICKED OUT!
Aho gets back up, bringing ExE with him, and drops him right on his knee with a backbreaker. Aho then tosses ExE back out of the ring as the ref picks up the count again. Frustrated, Evan Aho grabs a chair and swings at ExE busting him wide open. Tossing ExE back in Evan Aho climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and executes the diving headbutt on ExE again, but this time he is on his mark.
BS: The crowd is really getting into this match!
GM: Aho should've been DQed for what he did with the chair! What's up with that?
BS: Then he would've retained the title.
GM: Oh ... that's right ... good move ref.
Evan Aho recovers, picks up ExE, and delivers a tilt-a-whirl suplex and then follows it up with an arm wrench, but ExE fights the move and gets to his feet. Evan Aho, at the ready, hits ExE the cobra clutch suplex onto the mat. Feeling the win, Evan Aho moves back to his feet and plants The Ecstasy. After that Aho went for the cover and the eventual win.
BS: Aho has won again! He has retained his title twice tonight and ....
[Crazy Town's "Darkside" booms out of the speakers throughout the arena. The crowd begins to boo as the SSN logo appears the Extreme Screen and SSN representative, Marcus Gottfried, walks out from the back and looks towards the ring.]
MG: Evan! How are you doing buddy? I have to admit those were some impressive wins tonight, but .... your night isn't over yet.
BS v/o: Oh this isn't good.
GM v/o: Are you kidding? This is GREAT!
{'Five Finger Crawl' - Danzig begins to play as Kin Hiroshi comes out from behind the curtain.}
MG: Seems I remember you were supposed to face this man as well tonight. Now far be it from me to break that contract soooo .... you'll face Kin Hiroshi, for the title, as well!
BS v/o: WHAT?
GM v/o: YES!
Kin Hiroshi: (taking a mic from behind his back) Mr. Evan Aho. Evan Aho. E. Aho. E.A. E.A. Sports? Hmmm….it’s in the game, right, Evan? And seeing your actions tonight against ExE and Lehew, I wouldn’t rule out that you are the man to beat tonight.
Kin slowly makes his way down towards ringside until he stands a few feet from the ropes, as Aho leans on them, listening to Kin.
Kin Hiroshi: Now, Evan, originally scheduled for tonight was a TV Title match, I believe, and as memory serves me, it was you in the champions corner, and a little foreign boy in the other. Now, what happened was a bit of a mess up. See, our match would have been great, except for the fact that Marcus “Marky Mark” Gottfried and his “Funky Bunch”…errr…staff, got word that I was out for a while with an injury. Well, after I got them on the right track, I figured, hey, I’ll get another shot at Aho, I’ll beat him again, but I’ll win the title next time. Yeah, that’s what will happen. So, I’m sitting at home, when I realize, someone else is probably going to challenge you for the title tonight.
Kin climbs into the ring, and starts to pace around Aho.
Kin Hiroshi: That’s where I got a little upset. See, I’m not one to let my title shots go down the drain. Now, Evan, I know you’ve had a busy night tonight, but as you can see, I’m in my tights, we’re both in the ring. I guess what I’m trying to say is….if you got the energy, I got the time, baby. An all or nothing wrestling match. No weapons, no interference, just wrestling, plain, pure, and simple. Can you dig it?
Kin walks into his corner, still with the mic, and turns back towards Aho.
Kin Hiroshi: After all, *impersonates Doc Holiday from “Tombstone”* I’m your Hiroshi-berry. Get it? Get it?
Kin breaks down in laughter as he tosses the mic out to the center of the ring, and begins to stretch.
BS: Gottfried is out to get Evan Aho and Kin Hiroshi is going to be his implement of his destruction!
MG: You mean like his..."tool"?
BS: Sort of.
MG: Like a rake?
BS: Or shovel or pick...
MG: You know if Victoria McCave was an increment...
BS: Implement.
MG: Whatever. If she was a tool, she'd be a h-
BS: -You are shameless! You better hope Aho doesn't hear you! He's got the mic...
Evan picks up the stick in the ring and locks eyes with Kin Hiroshi. He bites off his words with venom uncommon of Aho.
EA: You step into this ring and you become a target.
The partisan crowd erupts in cheers but Evan interrupts them.
EA: I've had two matches to warm up and you're daring me to wrestle? Be my guest, you dig your own grave Kin.
Evan drops the mic and steps to the center of the ring with his glare never leaving Hiroshi's. As he is about to make his move Gottfried gets back on the mic.
MG: Um ... Evan. I did say you were going to face Kin, but he's your next opponent. That is ... if you can get past this guy ...
{“Addicted To Love” - Robert Palmer begins to play as 'Hurricane' Eddy Love appears from behind the curtain and starts to walk down the rampway with Gottfried in tow.}
BS: YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! Love already has a match tonight!
GM: STROKE OF GENIUS! Oh this is too good! Ring the bell baby cause here we go!